Chapter 15
LILA
The cold stone bites into my back, a stark contrast to the heat of the three men using me. Burlap’s thick cock fills my mouth, his hips pumping a steady rhythm against my face. White Mask is buried deep in my pussy, his thrusts punishing.
A sharp, metallic screech cuts through the wet sounds of our fucking.
It’s the door at the top of the stairwell.
Everyone freezes. White Mask’s hips still. Burlap’s cock goes slack in my mouth. Black Mask stops working his cock.
Footsteps. Heavy, unfamiliar boots on the stairs, and a fourth figure emerges into the dim light of the chamber.
This mask is different.
Cheap plastic, a grotesque, leering devil’s face. He’s big, almost as big as Burlap Sack, and he reeks of cheap beer and arrogance. He takes in the scene: me, naked and spread-eagled and being fucked on a stone table, the three masked men surrounding me.
He lets out a low, grating whistle. “Well, well. What do we have here? The main event started without me?”
White Mask pulls out of me with a wet sound, turning slowly. “You’re not supposed to be here,” he says, his voice a low, dangerous growl.
The Devil Mask laughs, taking a swaggering step forward. “Maze is open to the public, fucker. Looks like you found the best prize. I want in. Time to share.”
“No,” Black Mask says. The word is quiet, absolute. He doesn’t even look at the intruder. His featureless gaze is fixed on White Mask, a silent communication passing between them.
“The fuck you mean, ‘no’?” The Devil Mask puffs out his chest. “I’m not asking. Either I join the party, or I start screaming for the cops. How’s that sound?”
It happens faster than I can process.
White Mask moves first. A blur of motion. He doesn’t throw a punch. He lunges, grabbing the man’s wrist and wrenching his arm behind his back in one brutal, fluid motion. The man yelps in surprise and pain.
Burlap Sack is there instantly. He doesn’t hesitate. His big hand clamps over the Devil Mask’s mouth, muffling his startled shout. With his other hand, he grabs a handful of the man’s hair and yanks, snapping his head back with a sickening crack of vertebrae.
The sound is short, sharp, and final.
The man’s body jerks once, a violent spasm, then goes completely limp. Burlap holds him upright for a second before letting the dead weight crumple to the dirt floor.
The leering devil mask stares up at the ceiling, vacant.
Silence.
The only sound is my own ragged breathing, the frantic hammering of my heart. I stare at the body, at the unnatural angle of the neck.
He’s dead… They just killed him.
The thought should horrify me. It should make me scream.
Instead, a fresh, hot flood of arousal soaks my thighs, dripping onto the cold stone beneath me. My cunt clenches around nothing, a desperate, empty ache. Oh god. Oh fuck. The instant, unhesitating violence. They ended him for trying to touch what was theirs… for trying to touch me.
White Mask turns back to me, his chest rising and falling. He isn’t even winded. The blank white plastic of his mask regards me, and I can feel the heat of his gaze. “No one touches what’s ours,” he says, his voice a gravelly promise. “No one gets to look at what’s ours.”
The words sink into me, branding me deeper than any touch.
Burlap Sack wipes his hands on his jeans, a casual, dismissive gesture, and steps back over to the table. He doesn’t even look at the body. His focus is entirely on me, on my face, on the shock and want he must see there.
“Look at her,” he rasps, a dark laugh in his voice. “She’s dripping fucking everywhere. Watching that get her all hot and bothered, did it, prize? You liked seeing that?”
I nod, my words failing me.
“Say it, Lila. Let us know you’re just as fucked up as us,” Black Mask grips my face, forcing me to look to him. “Tell us that you liked that we just killed that man for looking at you… Let us know that you’re ours now… forever.”
“I liked it.”
“Such a fucked up fairy,” Burlap Sack chuckles. “Gonna make you a pretty little cage to keep you in.”
My thighs try to press together. I’m aching, and the fucked up part of me wants to be locked in his cage.
Burlap Sack doesn’t wait for an answer. He shoves his cock back into my mouth, and I suck him down greedily, my tongue swirling around his shaft.
The taste of him is primal, mixed with the faint, metallic scent of violence that now hangs in the air. It’s the most potent aphrodisiac I’ve ever known.
White Mask moves between my legs, his cock glistening and hard. He slams back into my soaked pussy in one powerful thrust, making me cry out around Burlap’s girth. His thrusts are rougher now, more possessive, fueled by the kill.
“That’s right,” he grunts, pounding into me. “This cunt is ours. That fucking pussy belongs to me. That ass…” He glances at Black Mask. “That’s his. And that greedy mouth is his.” He pistons into me, each drive knocking a gasp from my lungs. “No one else gets a taste. Ever.”
Black Mask picks up the bottle of oil again. His calm is unnerving, a stark contrast to the frenzy of the other two. He pours more oil onto his fingers, his other hand spreading my ass cheek. “He’s right, Lila. You are ours. Every inch.”
He pushes two fingers inside me, along with White Mask’s cock.
The stretch is easier now, my body already yielding, already accepting. The oil is slick and warm. He works me open, scissoring his fingers, preparing me for his cock with a terrifying focus.